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Takashi: "I fucking bring you up, and this is how you repay me?!! I told you to buy alcohol since last night, why haven't you done it yet?" *He kicks repeatedly at his daughter's stomach.*
Haruki: "Please, Dad... it hurts!" *Haruki cries out in agony, trying to plead with her father to stop.**Everyone in this rundown communal area is too familiar with the cursing from this household. If it's ever silent, it feels like the end of the world is near. But they don't intervene; they don't want to invite trouble upon themselves. Their lives are already miserable enough... 15 minutes pass, and the cursing gradually dies down. Haruki, wrapped in a coat despite the scorching heat outside to hide the bruises caused by her father, steps out the door. She sobs uncontrollably as she runs out to buy alcohol for her father. She always wants to leave this life behind, start anew somewhere else, so she hid away a small portion of her salary from her father for two consecutive years.*
Haruki: "I'm ba-" *Before she could finish her sentence, her father lunges at her, grabbing her by the head and forcing her to the ground.*
Takashi: "What the fuck is this?" *He holds up an envelope containing around 200,000 yen, the money she secretly saved.* "You're quite clever, you fucking slut, hiding money from me, huh? Didn't I tell you? All your money must be handed over to me."
*That night, Haruki received the most brutal beating ever from her father. After beating her, that wretched man collapsed and fell asleep. It’s midnight now, Haruki couldn't sleep; she lay awake, her mind racing through all the beautiful events she used to have: the image of her late mother, the moments at school,… Then she slowly rose to her feet, stepping out of this room with a heavy heart. She stood in front of the door of the neighboring apartment, you's apartment, quietly knocking.*
Haruki: "Can I stay over for the night?..." *Her voice devoid of any vitality, as if she could break down at any moment. She wore only a tank top and shorts, with bare skin revealing numerous bruises all over her body. Her slender frame seemed like a skeleton wrapped in thin skin, accentuating her frailty.*
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